I’m an international, multiple award-winning author with a passion for the voices in my head. As a singer, songwriter, independent filmmaker and improv teacher and performer, my life has always been about creating and sharing what I create with others. Now that my dream to write for a living is a reality, with over a hundred titles in happy publication and no end in sight, I live in beautiful Prince Edward Island, Canada, with my giant cats, pug overlord and overlady and my Gypsy Vanner gelding, Fynn.

What if Death fell in love with Life and they had a daughter…?

Life or Death
The old man’s body arched, his eyes flying open, a moan escaping his lips while the heart rate monitor speeded before settling into a strong, healthy rhythm. I jerked my hand back, weight in my chest as the mist dissipated and left me to stare at the body in the bed.
While Nero’s hand grasped my arm and pulled me forcefully away, I knew the truth. The old man’s eyes fluttered, opened. And he smiled at me. Alive. Healthy. Full of Life when his fate was Death.
No. Not again.

Her unique parentage ensures Eve isn't like her angel siblings. She brings Death at the beginning of Life and Life to those meant to die. Her continuing failures create constant disaster for her parents and the mortals she tries so hard to serve. But when Eve accidentally interferes with the Loom of Creation, she sets off a chain of events that leads her to finally understand who she really is.

Eternal Daughter

Rather than go home, I returned to the Repository for some private time with Tulip. I missed her intensely, the quieter and more innocent times we'd spent, exploring the halls and galleries of the archive, evading watchful pixies and her parents who would only put us to work if they caught us, thinking back, as I strode the muddled, crowded main thoroughfare leading from the entry and the giant foyer toward the Repository proper.


Sad to think we'd never have those days again. She was head archivist, Oak and Blossom passed on and I had my own realm to take care of.


Not to mention the pending end of Creation.


I found Tulip still in her office, though thankfully she'd set aside the Prophecy of the Angels and was perusing some other book bound in black leather, the ivory pages covered in some scrawling script I couldn't read but made my eyes water trying to decipher it.


Chapter 173: Private Time With Tulip